#amazing stormy!!!

[ladye-zelda]

Which Links do you think have been to formal schools?

Oooo, good question

Sky without a doubt has a formal education; I am not sure what kind of teaching they do at the knight's academy, but I am sure they would teach some kind of math, science, or whatever was known in Skyloft at the time.

I think Four might've also had a formal education, as we can see a school in Minish Cap in Hyrule Town. Then when he was of age, he would've been taken under apprenticeship by his grandfather (or maybe taught smithing at an earlier age, who knows).

For Time, I think he relies heavily on experience. The Kokiri don't have a traditional school, and judging from the little training area and how highly they regard their deity, I think they have a sort of "figure it out" mentality when it comes to, well, figuring stuff out. I don't see Time (especially as a kid) to going to anyone for anything, but I think Talon would teach him some things, especially when he gets together with Malon as that's probably the only adult that Time trusts (since the Great Deku Tree is gone).

Legend is taught by his uncle during his childhood, and does try to go seek more places to learn (as apparently he does travel in pursuit of knowledge, hence why he got caught up in the oracle games/link's awakening). Then, afterwards, tries an apprenticeship with the blacksmith but then just decides experience is the best teacher and travels from there.

Much like Time, Hyrule is also a hands-on learner. I think the reason why he might be so insecure about his place in the Chain is because he wasn't taught properly like some of the other knights; one day he was just given a sword and was told to go save Princess Zelda. The only things that he were taught were magic spells by old people in Zelda 2 (though I am not too familiar with the game so I might be wrong on that) and that is about as much as he would learn. I like to headcanon that he tried to get a formal education in the 6 years in between games with Princess Zelda, but it didn't work out for him.

Twilight was most definitely taught by the people of Ordon. Probably not any formal education, as Ordon is a small village and probably not enough kids to have a proper school (like, you're telling me that Ilia is the only other kid in the entire village close to Link's age? And look at that age gap between Link, Ilia, and the other kids!). I think Fado taught Twilight all of the ranching aspects -- horse riding, animal tending, etc -- while Rusl taught him how to fight, other things a boy needs to know, and Uli taught him how to take care of himself and to help others.

I'm not too knowledgable about what goes in Wind Waker, but there is the old guy that teaches Wind how to sword fight, right? If I am thinking correctly, I think Wind's island would've had kind of like what they had in Moana and that the village elders would just teach the kids what they need to know, mainly stories as that's kind of what Link's grandma does in the beginning of the game.

I think Warriors was taught by some sort of school. After all, he had to become a knight in training and there had to have been some qualifications to get into that, right? Either that or he was taught at the knight training place, where he would've learned to strategize and make rational decisions. Maybe some heavy-duty military training.

Lastly, that leads to Wild. I kind of have a few headcanons with this, so stick with me.

Before the Calamity, Wild was definitely taught things when he was travelling with his father's knights, especially how to fight. He was probably under apprenticeship with his father, as it's sort of baffling to me why a four year old would be travelling with the knights instead of, I don't know, at a daycare or something? (But that raises the question of if whether or not his mom is alive, but she should be since Wild's sister is canon in LU, but then again his dad could've remarried and had his little sister a bit later. Actually, I kinda like that idea.)

Anyways, when Wild was old enough he could've further his training and education at the military camp right outside of the Lost Woods, which would've made it easier for him to find the Master Sword when he was twelve (plus with the village nearby, he and his father could've been living there as it is close to the castle, but not close enough at the same time). Then for the next five years, Wild just goes around Hyrule, doing natural hero stuff, developing his stoic personality as everyone sort of tells him what a hero should be; so it gives him plenty of time to mold that persona until eventually he becomes a Champion and... well, y'know the rest.

After the Calamity, Wild just sorts of takes the Time and Hyrule route and learns on his own. Though, I will say I think Wild is more open to asking how this are and what to do with things more than the former heroes because its quite easy in the game to have a tutorial on literally anything if you ask the right npc. So, he would just have an education from just random travelers he meets. Plus I guess it would make fighting easier since he still has muscle memory, due to his prowess with weapons right from the get-go.

[onceuponaladye]

Haave you ever seen the movie The Secret of the Kells? I think you'd really like it! It is about a little Celtic boy monk learning how to be a scribe and he goes on an adventure with a cat and a magical wolf girl. You can watch it for free on archive.org.

Yes I have seen it! I was able to see it a couple of years ago thanks to a classmate; I loved Cartoon Saloon's other works (Song of the Sea and Wolfwalkers) and so when I saw The Secret of Kells it lived up to my expectations and blew me away. I have been meaning to watch it again so I will definitely check it out!

[onceuponaladye]

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[transprinces]

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[blooming-violets]

I was looking your post about "Location based smut prompts", I really liked the possibilities of "Nature > 1 - sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic". So I decided to be sassy and ask you to develop it, for our joy 🫦

Stormy Skies || TASM Smut

[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader]

WC: 1k

General Warning: Don't have sex in a meadow during a storm. You will get struck by lightning and die.

The distant rolling of thunder rumbled through her chest and reverberated around her bones. 

There was a warm, summer breeze in the air that carried on its back the earthy smell of rain. 

Peter insisted that the skies wouldn’t open up but she was beginning to doubt his confident claims.

Long, green grass swayed and danced around the oasis of their blanket raft like tumbling ocean waves.  

The oncoming storm echoed their own building desires. Firm hands rolled up her arms, cresting over the dip of her shoulders, and ticking behind her neck to draw her closer. Mocha colored eyes with caramel swirls gazed deep into her own, letting her know exactly what he was thinking without having to speak a word. 

She wasn’t sure. 

Her eyes glanced up to the stormy skies above them. 

“Shh,” he soothed her worries. “We’re safe.”

“But if lightning- oh.”

His hands slipped up her dress as he leaned over, pressing her into the soft blanket, and quelling her thoughts before they could finish. 

With Peter nestling his hips between her thighs, worry blew away in a gust of summer wind.  

She could taste fresh watermelon on his lips as her tongue traced along them. She sought out the flavors of their lunch. Slices of juicy watermelon. Homemade lemonade. The slight saltiness of potato chips. 

His large hand engulfed her breast over her dress. Cupping it in his palm. Rubbing his thumb over her nipple until he could feel it tighten and push out against the fabric. 

He slid her strap down her shoulder so he could pull down the dress enough to capture the waiting bud in his sweet lips. 

Her eyes sought upwards to gaze into the graying heavens while he nursed at her breast. 

A cool, fat drop of rain fell down.

Landing on her forehead. 

Rolling down the slope of her nose. 

Soaking into the warm skin of her cheek. 

Tension rippled down her spine and bloomed a hunger of desire. 

She wanted to be one with nature. 

Soaked in its glory. 

Engaging in the most natural, timeless act two beings could do. 

Nothing else mattered but making love to Peter while the storm grew around them. 

Those fingers brushing against the thin cotton fabric, stroking along her wettening slit, teasing over her eager clitoris. 

Little strokes. Awakening her body. Deepening her breaths until she was nearly gasping. 

His hot mouth, still tending to her breast with nibbling kisses. 

Her hands tangled in the mess of his chestnut hair. Tugging at him. Pulling him back up to her face so she could shower him with kisses of her own. 

Tongues colliding. 

Watermelon and salt. 

Hints of sweet lemon. 

He only broke the passion of her kiss to tug down her underwear. Unzipping his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. 

She wanted to reach out and touch him. Take him into her mouth. Feel him in her hand. 

But Peter was too hot. 

Too needy. 

Her thighs fell to the side, accommodating the weight of his body between them. 

Light, cool raindrops tickled her face.

The sky was starting to leak. 

Letting go. 

Joining them in their building desires. 

Peter pressed his forehead against hers. Blocking her from the drizzle. Gazing with a burning love into her eyes. Watching her intently as he led his cock into its favorite home. 

She nearly cried out when he impaled her. Slow and true. 

Her eyes widened, back arching, mouth opening into a silent gasp. 

His arms wrapped around her head in a protective embrace. 

Forehead nuzzled to hers. 

Lips seeking her skin. 

Reassuring kisses. 

Soft whispers of love. 

Her hips rocked against him. It was impossible to stay still with him inside of her. 

Waves of pleasure rolling up her back and warming her stomach, mimicking the feeling of rumbling thunder over head. 

The torrent of sensations electrifying her skin. 

Creating her own lightning from her body. 

Dark skies opened up. 

Rain flooded from the heavens. 

Drenching through Peter’s hair. Plastering it to his face. Soaking through his clothes. Seeping into the blanket under her. 

He acted as her personal umbrella. Keeping her as dry as he could with his body. 

Thrusting of hips. 

Cries deafened by claps of thunder. 

Colliding together in an explosion of undying pleasure. 

One with mother earth. One of the grass and clouds and rain. 

Making love in the meadow. 

Her body swayed in rhythm to every moaning breath, every gasping inhale, every rumbling of thunder in the distance. 

Lost in a storm of passion. Her thoughts coming and going like flashes of lightning. All she could feel was Peter and the rain. 

Pure desire coursing through her veins. 

Her Peter. Her love. Treating her to the most beautiful human experience she could imagine. 

Better than a dream. 

Her world began to move. Shifting. Trusting him with her soul. Her body. Everything she had to give belonged to him. To take as he pleased. 

He would treat her right.

He would love her like a man was meant to. 

Her shoulders flexed as the tension built. 

An unstoppable march like the rain cascading around them.

Pushing her to an animalistic, wild freedom. 

Growing. 

Climbing. 

Reaching. 

A tempest of raging rain and thunder twisting her insides where they connected. 

She almost wanted to fight it. Afraid to let the moment fall from her grasp. 

Wanting to live in this building moment of bliss for the rest of time. 

But there was no stopping a lightning strike. 

“Peter!” 

His name was magic on her lips. Her saving grace. The one and only name she called out when she was at her lowest or highest. 

The only name there ever was, ever needed to be. 

The most perfect name in all of human history. 

Peter. 

Her body shook. Her voice breaking into a staggered cry. 

Explosion moved her stomach as it scrunched inward and stretched back out with her aching spine. 

Uncontained energy. 

Melding with the claps of thunder and breaking free as a white light of cracking electricity lit up the blackened sky. 

She was the lightning. She was the thunder. She was the impending storm. 

She was the soothing rain cooling her back down, keeping her mind from getting lost, tethering her tightly to her lover. 

Peter was kissing her cheek. Gliding down her jaw. Nipping at her ear. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured against her heated skin. 

He loved her orgasms. Loved making her feel everything. Loved watching her unravel. 

Loved her. 

His hips were still moving though his pace had slowed to let her recover from her shaking orgasm. He was waiting for her to finish before he even dared to attempt to receive his own pleasure. 

Always her first.

Her sweet, wonderful Peter. 

She shoved his shoulder, rolling him onto his back so she could take control. 

She straddled his hips, rising above him like a goddess. 

Her hair tossed around her face as the wind picked up. The rain soaked through her dress, leaving it nearly see through, letting Peter see the swell of her round stomach and outline of her breasts. Dark, shadowed nipples poked out against the wet fabric, leaving him hungry to suck upon them.

But she denied him that gift like he denied her the taste of his cock. 

It was his turn to become one with the storm. 

She came down to grind him into her. 

Rolling her hips along with the thunder. 

Sinking as deep as he could go, connecting them once more. 

Peter’s head fell back, his eyes rolling to a close, and his lips parting into a pant. 

His hands reached up to grab hold of her hips, needing to feel her in his grasp. 

The scent of wet dirt filled her nostrils and she breathed it deeply into her very soul.

She knew him better than anyone. She knew he was close. 

She worked him with her hips, doing her best to squeeze onto him with her clenching walls. 

Riding above him in the pouring rain while a storm raged on made her feel powerful. 

Like she could do anything. 

Be anyone. 

This was her world and she was the master of it. 

Peter’s tiny cries and whimpers fueled her own power. 

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed down at him. “Cum for me. Fill me.” 

He whined and his hips began to buck with frantic, jerking thrusts. 

She couldn’t tell if those were tears or rain drops running down his cheek so she leaned down to kiss them away, offering him all her love. 

His arms wrapped around her back to hold her closer, stilling her in place with an iron clad grasp, and taking over the brunt of the thrust work to get himself exactly where he needed to be. 

His orgasm was nearly as powerful as her own. 

Pulsing into her, filling her, flooding her with warmth. 

“Oh, yes, Peter,” she cried. 

She worked her hips the best she could against him with his arm holding her in place at his chest. 

Desperate to keep his orgasm going for as long as she could. 

Lightning lit up the sky once more. 

Followed by a crack of ear splitting thunder directly overhead.

As if on instinct, Peter tucked her into his grasp, and flipped her under him, shielding her from any potential threats. 

Worried eyes blinked down at her, only to soften once he caught sight of her gazing back up at him with a humored love. 

They both broke into a chorus of laughter. 

His fingers traced along her temple, brushing back wet hair, and leaving soft kisses in its place. 

“I think we should get back to the car before we die,” he whispered, stealing one last kiss from her lips.

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[gina025]

Ocean waves

[ladye-zelda]

Not really… that’s about as much as the book said, other than in Ireland she is grouped with another goddess

But yeah! It does kind of make sense why she’s reincarnated in the cycle too (though I kind of have a headcanon that she’s the crimson loftwing reincarnated, just as a horse XD)

Stormy! Celtic Zelda fact!

So apparently Epona is also a Celtic goddess; her name means “divine mare” and protects horses, donkeys, and other riding animals! Guess that makes the stable people’s reactions to Epona in breath of the wild a lot more meaningful then just her being a reference to other games XD

Cool! Does your new Celtic book have a story about that? I read one sentence on Wikipedia that said that Epona was a Celtic deity but I haven't been able to find anything else about it anywhere. It makes sense then why Epona keeps getting reincarnated as part of the LoZ cycle.

[salad-storm]

Reigen, about to enter his worst mental health period in a while: haha I'm doing so great. So much better than that middle schooler that I don't miss but who Surely Must be lonely without me. I'm so successful even without him !! And on top of that doing SO GREAT for real! Why did my light motif change.

[octobertomarch]

Snug, dry and warm

Yassss it's the whole gang

I wrote this one-snot last year in time with rainy season. Feel free to read 💕 please pretend i drew accurately what i described in my story 😅

I mentioned through the tags of that post that we're flooded outside. One year later, we're in same exact situation again (funny but not really funny). It sucks that i can't say matters at home have improved. On contrary, things are getting worse. Like I've mentioned back then, I'm hating rainy season more and more (all because of problems and inconvenience it brings). I'm sorry for ranting on this supposedly fluff post, i just really need some sort of emotional outlet.

[dutchs-blog]

Stormy weather

[ladye-zelda]

Teba!

Here he is!

[onceuponaladye]

How are you doing?

Hi Stormy! 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

I'm doing alright. Once again spreading myself thin with all of the things I want to do but oh well XD

How are you?

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Last night looking a bit stormy in Glastonbury.

📸 by Michelle Cowbourne @glastomichelle

[ladye-zelda]

It’s not official Lego, but it is pretty much the same!

Currently building another one; there’s four in total!

Yahaha!

That's so cute!!! AAhhh!! I didn't know they made a korok lego! That's so cool!!! (I should look through my legos and see if I can build a korok)

[annikuza]

OH MY GOD

OH MY GODLODOFOE

if you look really closely you can see me rolling around and screaming

[thedesertpenguin]

“Or no this was too much screaming” and it’s one of their calmer videos